I really can't believe it happened so quickly. We've been TTC for 3 months. Things I did this month:
-charted my basal body temperatures
-drank ridiculously healthy green smoothies regularly (banana, carrot, spinach/kale, protein powder (hemp, so lots of fiber + protein), greens powder, acai powder, chia seeds, spirulina, water)
-tried to eat better, feed the good gut bacteria healthy food, see above
-specifically, cut down on chocolate bars my husband pressures me into at night (ha)
-I didn't cut down on caffeine because I'm powerless against the almighty bean
Charting my temps again was key (I have two other kids, 3 and 11mo, and charted for both of them). Showed me that I was ovulating, and when. I knew from before that I'm a late O'er (usually CD17-19). We BD'd on CD16. Then a couple days later in the evening I felt an O pain/ache in my right side. The next morning my temp jumped 0.3C (0.5F). That was confirmation that I'd O'd. So I ordered my husband to bed me and used him mercilessly and then told him to go make me a sandwich (kidding, it was 6am, I demanded coffee).
Then, the dreaded TWW. But actually, these past few months during the second half of my cycle, I wait, in fear, of my pms mood swings. It's been absolutely terrible these past few months, so bad that I knew I had to act. So the healthy eating part was a first attempt at that. Did you know that in imbalance of gut bacteria species (the unbalance brought on by bad eating) can cause anxiety and depression? Truth. So that motivated me. There's never any disadvantage to eating healthier!
And what do you know, each day I waited for the rage to build inside me and instead my insides were bursting with joyous fairies and songbirds! Maybe an exaggeration... I was in a great mood almost the whole TWW. THere were a couple of low days, but a ridiculously huge improvement over last month. High energy, etc.
Barely any pregnancy symptoms! Except if you count 'good mood, high energy'. Good appetite, but a few days I went most of the day without eating (life of a busy mother) so it's not like I was feeling especially hungry. No boob soreness whatsoever. Near the end of the TWW I could tell I was a bit more hot than usual, and when I bent over my head would hurt (like there was extra blood pressure). I had a vague, steady minor ache in the uterus area (like where your jeans zipper is) the last few days. My temps stayed high, which I was really happy about regardless.
My temp was still high at CD31 (day of or day before period was due). This, wouldn't you know it, was the day of my husband's 40th birthday party. It was the first day in 6 months we had planned to get a babysitter and get a break from our delightful high-maintenance kids. We were living for this day. Sit at a pub, drink, friends, ahhh......
So I take the test, it's negative. Oh well, okay, woohoo! Let's go drinking like the old days!!! Hubby asked if I was pregnant, I told him no, he was fine and happy I could party with him!
Then a few hours later I couldn't help myself, and I fished the test out of the trash. I couldn't believe my eyes... there was a second line.
But could it be the dreaded evap line of lore? So I took another test and waited a little longer this time... yep, there's the faint line again. Wow. By this time the babysitter's here, the kids are wild... We finally escape, we're driving to the train station, he's talking about how he's almost glad I'm not pregnant and so excited to have fun together, because remember, readers, we literally NEVER get kid-free leisure time like EVER ... this is kid-in-Disneyland level excitement for us, sad as it is. I decide I have to bring it up. "So I have something to tell you..." "WHAT??! Why did you lie to me earlier???! No no no!!!" So then I had to explain the whole test-out-of-the-trash timeline, we both yell bad words in surprise of the news and bad timing, and he still didn't believe me so he insisted we stop at a chemist and buy another test, this time one of those digital ones that actually say "pregnant" so there was no mistaking it. I have to slip into a pub bathroom (classy!) and pee on the stick. Pregnant, 1-2 weeks. I show him: "Do you believe me now??" And we sit on the train in half a daze, processing that we're actually crazy enough to have a 3rd kid, feeling sorry for myself that I now have to stay sober on my ONE day out, we have to buy a bigger car, we need a bigger house, do we tell people?
I had to tell a lot of people why I wasn't drinking that afternoon, so here's hoping this is a sticky bean!!
Baby dust to all of you, and remember, take control of what you can control. Chart your temps (take your bbt correctly! google that shit) and feed your body real food. Good luck!!!